Razorback Ridge We look at the future and help it along,

Well, what a surprise! The figure turned as he drew closer and, without missing a beat, greeted him with a familiar, pleasant smile. Brewster paused after catching sight of Célnes' burnt orange gaze, dipping his head in turn with the same air of amicableness.

All for appearances. Out of all his nieces and nephews, he trusted Célnes the least. Even before the disappearance of his brother, he suspected something was up with her and the other two she hung around, yet he never had enough proof to pursue any sort of trial. And they had proven herself devoted enough to stay within both the pack's and High Elk's graces. Never stepping on any toes yet creeping around all the same.

But the elder would not let his suspicions ruin his jovial reputation. He was a family man, after all. "And you, Célnes," he replied. "Fancy finding you here — what are you doing all the way up in these mountains?"